From Kate’s Writing Crate…
After all the time I’ve spent reading
and writing about Mary Oliver’s poetry, I’m observing
and writing about nature more often.
I was up earlier than usual one day so I took the dogs
outside at 5:42 AM a few weeks ago. As we walked out the door, a practically
full moon was shining through the many tangled branches of a large maple tree.
It was so bright, we could see our shadows.
When we walked around the corner of
the house, the rosy hue of a rising sun was visible along the horizon. Turning
my head back to the moon, it looked dark as midnight. Turning back to the sun,
it was clearly the break of day.
We all know night turns into day, but
I had never seen it happen this majestically. Both sides had staked their
territory. I could only marvel at the beauty of the moment and promise myself I
would see this battle again.
Up and outside minutes earlier than
usual meant I witnessed moonlight and daylight in a way I never imagined—in a
way I’ll never forget.
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